Brad Logan - Hot mom,hot daughters

"What was it you wanted to talk to me about?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah. Gee, I almost forgot about it again," he said. "It's about Barb. She won't talk to me since she caught me and your mom fucking."

"You and Mom?" Ann asked, shocked. "You fucked my mother?"

Pete was surprised at Ann's tone of voice. He'd assumed she knew from either Barb or her mother.

"I thought you knew," he said. "Your mother put on a striptease for me, then we fucked. Barb came in and caught us."

Ann got up and began pacing back and forth. She seemed to be thinking. Pete watched her naked body, but he was too much in suspense to enjoy it.

"Gee, Pete," Ann said. "I don't know. I feel sort of creepy; I mean, I never fucked anyone who's fucked my mother. It's sort of like incest."

Pete was horrified. If Ann wouldn't fuck him anymore, he would be out in the cold without even Barb's tits to comfort him. But could Ann, this lusty chick, really be so upset about his fucking her mother?

"We were looking at her scrapbook," Pete explained. "Then she put on a striptease, and we both got hot. It was nothing really."

"I'll have to think about this," Ann said. "I don't know if you should go out with Barb after fucking our mother. It doesn't seem right, somehow."

"Ann, come on," Pete said. "What's the big deal?"

"I've got to get back to work," she said. "Let me think this over and give you a call." Pete dressed. But he felt hollow. Ann's tone was suddenly cold and distant, unlike he'd ever heard her before. All the way home, Pete wished he'd gone to the library instead, even though he had a thrilling time with Ann.

Pete thought and thought about his predicament. He was suddenly cut off from his sources of sex, and he was getting horny. He not only felt horny, but cheated. After all, he hadn't done anything wrong, had he? He didn't think so.

He could either forget about Barb, Ann, and their mother and try to find another chick to fuck. Or he could try to get back into the good graces of the Clark family. Not a guy to give up easily, Pete decided to try to convince the Clarks that he was worthy of their sexual favors. Mrs. Clark seemed to be the best one to approach. She was the one who had gotten him in all this trouble in the first place. If she hadn't insisted on stripping for him, he wouldn't have been in trouble now.

The next day, Pete skipped school. In the morning he went to the bowling alley, hung around in the coffee shop until that got too expensive, then watched the few bowlers who were there that early. He didn't want to go to see Mrs. Clark the first thing in the morning.

Near lunch time, Pete set out. He was nervous. The way things were going, he could expect to be thrown out of Mrs. Clark's house for fucking Ann. Did each of them think he should only fuck her?

By the time Pete knocked on Mrs. Clark's door he wished he had gone to school. But there was no turning back now.

"Hello, Pete," Mrs. Clark said as she opened the door. "How come you're not in school?"

"I skipped so I could talk to you," he said.

She invited him in. "I'm afraid there hasn't been much progress with Barb. I told her it was all my fault, but she's a stubborn girl."

"I told Ann what happened, and now she's mad at me too," Pete said.

"Oh dear," Mrs. Clark sighed. "We've certainly made a mess of things, haven't we?"

"We?"

"Well, I didn't exactly rape you, you know," Mrs. Clark said.

"No, not exactly," Pete said.

"Well, what can I do?" the woman asked. "After all, when a young girl finds her boy friend fucking her mother, she's bound to be a bit testy about it."

"I thought if you helped me patch things up with Ann, both of you then could make Barb come around," Pete said.

"I'll try," Mrs. Clark said. "But I don't see Ann that often these days."

"Call her now," Pete said. "Tell her we'll come over to her place right away. Please."

Mrs. Clark considered for a moment, then went to the phone. Pete felt like a man on trial, waiting for the jury to come in. He listened to Mrs. Clark talking to her daughter – it sounded as though things were working out. Yes, Mrs. Clark told him Ann would expect them. They got into Mrs. Clark's car and drove to Ann's apartment.

Ann greeted them politely. She made coffee, and they all sat around the kitchen table.

"Pete wants me to explain how it was my fault we fucked," Mrs. Clark began. "It's true. I got into one of my nostalgic moods and insisted on doing a striptease for him. Naturally, after seeing me strip, the guy was horny."

"I know," Ann said. "I've learned recently how effective a strip can be. It's not that I'm angry or anything. I just think it's creepy, that's all. The same for Barb. I'm sure she can't help the way she feels."

Pete's hopes began to sink. This was more complicated than he'd imagined. Maybe he should try to find a new girl friend.

There was a knock at the door. Ann went to answer it, then came back with Joe from the Kingston Hotel. Pete had hoped he would never see that guy again. This was getting out of hand, he thought. Was fucking worth all the trouble? It was, of course, but there must be an easier way.

"This is my mother, Jane," Ann said. "You already know Pete."

"Hello, Jane," Joe said with a nod. "Hello Pete."

"Joe's the manager at the Kingston," Ann explained. "He likes to seduce all the girls. Don't you, Joe?"

Joe stared back at Ann, his face turning pale. Ann poured him a cup of coffee, but her eyes had narrowed with contempt.

"Joe used to fuck me every day," Ann continued. "Didn't you Joe? But now it's the new girl, Kathy, that he's taken a fancy to."

"Ann, can't we discuss this later?" Joe said, his lower jaw tensed.

"Oh, is it a private matter?" she asked. "I thought all your fucking was a public concern, like the prime rate and Dow Jones."

"Leave the poor man alone," Mrs. Clark said.

"All men are interested in fucking as many chicks as they can. It's human nature. It's up to the woman to keep her men in line."

"Ha!" Ann said. "You couldn't keep him in line with barbwire."

Pete was glad the conversation had turned away from his problems, but he was uncomfortable witnessing Ann's tirade.

"When I was a stripper there was a man who simply had to fuck all of us," Mrs. Clark said. "He was the stage manager. I'll never forget him. He broke a lot of hearts, that man."

"Mother! You're not suggesting that Joe could ever break a girl's heart, are you?"

"Why not?" Mrs. Clark asked boldly. "He could break mine if I were a few years younger."

Mrs. Clark batted her eyelashes at Joe, and Joe smiled at her, his eyes twinkling.

"I couldn't break your heart," Joe said to the woman. "If you ever gave me a tumble, I would be hooked for life."

Mrs. Clark giggled and blushed like a virgin school-girl. Pete was beginning to enjoy this encounter. It was taking his mind off his own problems and was making him realize that sex wars were not that serious.

"I used to be a stripper too, you know," Mrs. Clark said to Joe. "Madam La Rue was my professional name."

"No kidding!" Joe gushed. "I've heard of you. They say you were the greatest."

"Oh, brother!" Ann sighed. "Mom, if you fall for that line, you're hopeless."

Pete was smiling too now.

"It doesn't matter if it's true or not," Mrs. Clark said. "What counts is that Joe wants to make me feel good. Don't you, Joe?"

"I'd love to make you feel good," he said as he moved closer to the blushing woman and put an arm around her shoulders. "I'd love to make you feel so good you'd cry tears of bliss."

"I can't stand it!" Ann said. "How could I have given this creep the time of day, much less fucked him?"

"Never mind!" Mrs. Clark said to her daughter. "What do you know about how a gentleman behaves?"